My dog loving friends, Lil, V, Nat, and Oprah (OK, she is not my friend YET, but let’s keep that door open!) will be mortified to hear that I have fantasized about killing my dog, Patches. Just last night, for example, she woke me from a sound sleep with a shrill whine and the clickity-clack of her sharp nails tap dancing across my laminate floor. I faked I was asleep for as long as possible, but soon realized I was not going to get any rest until I let her out to pee. At this point in my story I should stop myself and send a sincere apology to my neighbours, Keith and Cora Lee, in case they looked out at 2 a.m and saw a bald woman, clad only in her underwear (chemo causes early menopause and severe hot flashes….) yelling “Hurry up and pee would ya!” But I digress……Patches has proven herself to be a faithful and loving companion through my journey with cancer. She never leaves my side. As I am fading in and out of consciousness post-chemo, I can always count on seeing her furry face, black lips and big brown eyes looking at me when I open my eyes. She has been with me for nearly ten years, but this is the first time I have truly enjoyed her company. Too bad it took getting cancer to make me really appreciate her.
Tip: If you are battling cancer, this might not be the best time to get a new pet. But if you already have one, nourish the relationship with your furry friend.